Saturday, February 28, 2015

Going undercover has its challenges. When Detective Ryan
Clark is sent to the sleepy coastal town of Fremantle to dismantle the
country’s most lethal drug syndicate, it’s worth the risk. Even if he becomes a
fatality, in the war against drugs.

Ryan finds himself coming back to the same coffee shop.
Blondie, the local barista, has him hot under the collar and reaching for his
piece. He knows the attraction isn’t just one-sided.

She’s trying to keep her distance.

It only makes him want her more.

Willow Asher left it all behind, but not by choice.

After two long years, she’s finally getting somewhere.
Willow has a busy café with her buxom business partner, Gabby, who is the
closest thing she has to family.

Although Willow’s past still plagues her thoughts, she’s
determined to have her happily-ever-after. As soon as her demons stop haunting
her.

What she doesn’t need is the complication of Mr
Sexy-Brown-Eyes, who seems to be drinking more and more coffee.

SYNOPSIS

Finally, Dr. Jasmine Carter (Jazz) was getting her shot at
taking the lead on one of the Centre’s highly covert operations. Great,
wonderful, a dream come true even—you’d think. Well, that was until Mr. Tall, Dark,
and Broody—Quade Roston, her fellow Centre co-worker—was assigned to be her
partner.

For the last twelve months, these two had been at war. In
fact, they’d elevated trading verbal barbs to the level of an international
sport. For all the antagonism, the chemistry between them was just as strong. They
both knew it—their teammates knew it. But what the hell were they going to do
about it?

Simple—Jazz issues a challenge to Quade that she thinks he’ll
never accept nor live up to.

Then their seemingly straightforward assignment to
investigate a few cases of a mystery illness suddenly morphs into something
much more deadly. Jazz finds herself the unknowing target in the middle of a
bikie war. Now she’s dealing with threats from all corners. But maybe, just
maybe, the biggest threat will be to her heart.

EXCERPT

A few minutes later, she pulled her coffee from under the machine when the front door opened. Quade walked in, looking all sexy and macho in his jogging gear. Or more accurately—his lack thereof. He wore only loose athletic shorts. His magnificent body was bare. The discarded shirt was tucked into the waistband of his shorts and trailed behind. In his hands, he juggled a couple of large bakery bags and the smell of warm butter croissants filled her nostrils. Croissants were an absolute favorite of hers. More brownie points for Mr. Roston this morning.
“Hey, sexy lady—you sleep well?” His deep and low voice immediately made her hot for him.
“I just woke up. You been out long?”
“I headed out around five.”
“Five! That’s so early.”
“You know we don’t need to sleep much, Jazz. I got about two or three hours. That’s fine. I was feeling restless so I headed out.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t wake me.” She gave him a very suggestive look.
“Don’t worry—I thought about it long and hard.” Two could play at innuendos, it seemed.
“Why didn’t you do something about it then?”
“Because I figured you needed the sleep. As it is, you’ve only have a couple more hours than me. You need more.” Jazz tried to keep her heart under control at his concern. “I wouldn’t want you to be tired and bitchy.”
Her temper sprang to life.
Ah—she should have known. He just couldn’t help it. Just when she thought he was being sweet, he went and ruined it.
“I don’t get bitchy.”
Quade paused from unloading the bakery bags on the table.
“You sure about that?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, I guess this is another one of those areas that we’ll have to agree to disagree.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I thought it was straightforward? We’re talking about you being bitchy when you don’t get enough sleep.”
He was so frustrating.
“And how would you know anyway? This is the only time we’ve spent the night together.”
“I’ve spent the last twelve months observing you from a distance. I know more about you than you think.”
“Well, that may be the case but I’m not bitchy.”
“Alright then, you’re not bitchy. Just incredibly hot when you’re out of sorts.”
“You think I’m hot when I’m grouchy?”
“I do, and you just admitted you get grouchy!”
Ahh! He was a pain in her backside. A very sexy one but a pain in the arse nonetheless.
“You are a very strange and annoying man.” She huffed, trying not to get pulled too quickly into an argument.
“No doubt about that, but that’s why you find me irresistible.” A cheeky grin turned up the corner of his mouth.
Was she really having this conversation? Jazz placed the two cups of coffee she’d made on the table.
“Who says I find you irresistible?” She stood back, hands on her hips; her eyes flashed, looking for a fight.
Almost quicker than her eyes could see, his hand snapped out and caught her around the wrist and pulled her in tight to his body. Before she could utter a word, he’d taken a seat at the table with her safely perched on his lap.
His lips crashed down on hers as her protest started to escape. His tongue thrust inside and suddenly she was lost to all rational thought—her body just responded to his demands. Their kiss started at scorching hot and kept climbing till it topped out at what felt like nuclear fusion.
One of his hands tangled in her hair and held her head in place for him to plunder and the other caressed her back, ribs, and finally settled on her breast.
He pulled away slightly. “Mmm, you smell of sex, me, and that spicy body wash you use. Delicious—I love it.” His voice was little more than a low rumbly growl and goose bumps shot up her arms.

ABOUT NATALIE GAYLE

Natalie is the author of the Centre Games Series. A fast paced, romantic suspense series set on
the Gold Coast, Australia. The series
tells the stories of the Centre, a quasi government agency established to fight
environmental, biological and agricultural threats. The Centre Games books are
filled with hot alpha males and the feisty independent females strong enough to
capture their hearts. Natalie’s books pack lots of action, hot romance and
surprises.

A confessed readaholic and romantic junkie, Natalie spends
her time juggling a busy career as an IT professional and author. In between staring at a computer screen (she
spends lot time doing that!) Natalie, enjoys living the Gold Coast life with
her very tolerant husband and two school aged children.

She loves spending time with family and friends, hitting the
beach, cooking, working out and curling up with a good book. Her pet hates are cleaning and anything else
that can be considered “domestic dullness”.
If she could have one wish it would be to be able to fit 48 hours into
24.

Natalie is currently working on her fifth instalment for the
Centre Games Series and a brand new series for 2015.

Lexie was a teenager who thought she’d found real love in Elijah. Things were perfect until he left for football camp, and never came back. Thinking he’s dumped her she has no choice but to go on with her life. Now six years later they come face to face at a club. Lexie wants to be mad and hate him for breaking her heart, but Elijah is making it hard for her to hate the now man she’s been in love with since high school.

Elijah wasn’t expecting to see Lexie his first night back in town. When he sees her and memories of what used to be come knocking at his heart, he can’t help but follow after her. He comes face to face with a pissed off Lexie, and is set on making sure he does everything in his power to win her back. He has to convince her that what she thinks happened is not the truth.

Can they both be together again when trust is an issue? When secrets from the past catch up with both of them in the present, can their love truly conquer all?

Twirl me around and watch me spin, a modern day princess lives within…

Charisa has a perfect life. Just like her favored Princesses, she is living the life every girl dreams of: her very own fairytale, but even the sweetest fairytales must come to an end. When happiness is at its peak, fate steps in and one by one she loses everything.

Picking up the pieces to a broken life can be long and bumpy. Most often than not things get worse before they get better.

Despite her despair and the hell she’s been drug through time and time again, she finds love and begins to plan a future as none other than Mrs. Prince Charming. Convinced she’s going to finally get her happily ever after fate steps in once again and she suffers betrayal and shame at the greatest degree.

Will she give the idea of love a second chance and find her one and only or will her dark secrets prevent her from truly finding herself?

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Behind every prince is a story left untold. Look behind the mask and you’ll see it unfold…

Sawyer has lived a charmed life. He’s the catch every girl is after when dreaming of her very own storybook ending. In real life, though, nothing is like it is in a fairytale. One childhood event can forever affect how a man looks at love and relationships, even a golden guy like Sawyer.

Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Isn’t that what everyone has always taught in history class? He doesn’t have time for love or commitment.Even the most skeptical with love can sometimes find it in the strangest of places, when that one special someone catches his eye, suddenly leaving him dazed and confused.

The only way to reap the benefits of true love is to put your own demons behind and give love a shot…

When secrets start to arise will the two beat the odds or part ways and let it destroy them both?

Tonight is a big night.
I’ve taken my time to ensure that I look good.I stare in the mirror as I admire the new lingerie I have to wear
tonight.I used my uniform allowance to
get this sexy getup.Roger expects us to
always be fresh, never wearing the same outfit within a month rotation because
of the regulars. There are no lower class sleezeballs here.This is where the big dogs come out and
play.This is the most private club in
town.If you knew who some of our
highest paying customers were you would know why.

I have a birthday party
that’s reserved the front table of the stage tonight, a group of ten men, all
drunk off their asses already I’m sure.
I could tell when I peeked out the door as they arrived that a few of
them are newbies by their drooling, excited demeanor. This is what makes my job interesting and
fun: breaking them in. A man gets a good first time and they’ll be
coming back for more, meaning more cash for me.
I place my tall heel into the seat of my chair and rub baby oil down my
leg, giving me a sexy edge. Plus, it
keeps the hands from going past the point of restriction.

I
finish the other leg and take one final look in the mirror. It’s a sexy version of a clown; a white baby
doll trimmed in all of the bright colors. The birthday hat and the sexy makeup
top it off. My ruffle front thong is
orange and it is the final dessert of the hour.
I paint my lips with a matching cherry-red lipstick like my name and
smack them in the mirror.

“Cherry,
you’re up in ten. Don’t keep them
waiting. This is my biggest payout of
the night.”

I
roll my eyes in the mirror at the sound of Roger’s voice as he pokes his head
inside the door. Show the man green and
he’d lease us out in private hotels I’m sure.
He would never admit that though.

“I’ll
be right out, Roger.”

He
likes me though, because something about my pretty face keeps his pockets
full. I’ve already been up on stage a
few times tonight, so for now I’ll be circulating the room. “Showtime,” I mumble, and strut out into the
club, ready for action.

The
club is packed with businessmen lingering in various sections of the club. I
love weekends. It’s when all of the high rollers come out to play. They each
have a different story: some leaving their wives at home for a fresh piece,
some making this their last stop before walking the aisle, and the rest college
kids looking for a little fun. I don’t care what they’re here for as long as
their pockets are empty when they leave and they leave everything in the club;
after all, I didn’t make them come here.

I look around the room,
spotting my party sitting in front of the stage. There are a few cute ones in
this batch. This is going to be fun. My eyes lock on one. He takes me in and gives me a smirk before he
starts to approach me. “Hey there, sexy. What can I do for you?”

He broadens his smile
and gives me a wad of cash. “I need a favor.”

“Oh yeah. What’ll it be,
Darlin’?”

He leans in to whisper
in my ear, refraining from touching me because he knows it’s against the rules
unless he’s buying a dance. “It’s my boy’s birthday. There is enough there for
a hefty tip if you’ll take him to the VIP room for more privacy. I’ve already
booked the dance.”

I look around for Roger
to confirm. I find him standing across the room and he nods at me, giving me the
go ahead. This guy has some nice friends.
A private lap dance is easily a grand and paid up front to Roger. It is explained that’s before the tip, so
this guy knows the rules, meaning he’s been here before. “Okay, sexy, but
that’s an awfully generous gift to give someone else. Are you sure you don’t
want it for yourself?” He’s cute. I wouldn’t mind giving him the dance.

He leans back to look at
me. “As much as I would love to watch you grinding on top of me, my boy comes
first, sexy. Maybe another time; I’ll be back.” He winks and backs away with a
large grin on his face. I shrug seductively as I watch him leave. His loss.

I
head to the VIP room to get ready for my dance, greeting Gerry at the
door. All private rooms have a bouncer
keeping guard to ensure that the women are safe at all times. As I’m getting my music queued up, I hum
softly under my breath and wait for my client to arrive. A few moments in and
there is a knock at the door. I walk
over and open it. Greeting me on the other side of the door is an incredibly
sexy man. Hell yes, this is going to be
fun.

Something about his face
looks familiar, but I can’t place it. He
has dark hair, intense green eyes, and is physically fit by the defined muscle
protruding from his fitted shirt. He must
have come here right after work, because he is wearing a suit, but he’s removed
the jacket and he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing tattoos
running up his arms. I don’t know what
it is about a man with rolled up sleeves and tattoos, but it turns me on in a
way I don’t understand. Maybe it’s the
business meets bad boy persona. Whatever
it is has me motivated to get closer to him, making my job easier.

I step aside to let him enter. “Hi, I’m
Cherry.”

He studies me for a
moment with heated eyes. The way he
looks at me is as if he’s seen me before, like he knows me.

“Hi, Cherry.” My name rolls off his tongue in the most
sexual manner, causing a rush of excitement between my legs. This is going to be one hell of a night: sexy
and seductive.

The music starts to play
and I place one hand in the center of my sexy stranger’s chest, grabbing a
handful of black material. I walk
backward and drag him over to the seating area before turning, pushing him
backwards until he falls onto the couch behind him, giving me a deep, sexy
laugh along the way.

“Damn,” he says, egging
me on. Not wasting any time, I place
each hand on the back of the couch to each side of his shoulders and flip my
hair from side to side. It starts the full
body roll that follows, pressing each segment of skin to his clothing, ending
with my pelvis. I stand and turn,
closing in on him, resting against him in a sitting position. I shake my ass against his crotch, enjoying
the feel of it hardening beneath me.
While cupping my breasts I roll my head back, grinding to the beat of
the music. Turning my head to the side,
I watch his eyes glaze over as I touch my body, skimming my hands down in a
slow motion. I continue gyrating on his
lap, listening to his breathing pick up, confirming the arousal that is
pressing into the crack of my ass.

I breathe in deeply…. smelling his citrusy
aftershave; something I would say is unique to him. My hormones are quickly running wild,
something different than normal. It doesn’t take me long to get lost in the
music and this sexy man pressed against my backside as I allow him to become
familiar with my body. Time stands
still…for a while. I hear him grunt, praising
me for the havoc I’m causing on his cock and he isn’t even naked.

I finish out the dance
as the song comes to an end, standing and adjusting my outfit. He stands as I run my fingers through my hair
and I watch as he fishes in his pockets.
He pulls out a wad of cash, handing it all to me. I briefly stare at him in shock, but brush it
off and reach for it. He doesn’t immediately turn it loose.

“How much for house
calls?”

I’m about to say
something, anything to deny his question, but he beats me to the punch.

“Listen, I don’t usually
come to places like this, but I’m here, and now that I am, I kind of like
it. You have a beautiful body. Let me show you what I can do with mine,” he
finishes quietly.

What a generous man, but
I can tell he enjoyed the dance from the large bulge at the front of his pants,
so I know what he’s referring to.

“I don’t think so,
sweetie.”

I’m ready to thank him
and leave when he grabs my hand, pulling me to him. He presses his lips to mine before I even
know what’s happening. I can taste the
whiskey on his breath. Poor guy is so
drunk I don’t think he knows what he’s asking me, but the way his hands
introduce themselves to my backside I can’t be sure. He pulls away and touches his index finger to
my lips, silencing me.

“Think about it. The club closes at two. I’ll be outside waiting if you decide to take
me up on my offer. Sometimes outside of
the norm can be freeing…”

He turns and walks away, leaving me standing
here alone. I’m not sure what the hell
just happened, but I find myself considering it. I never do this. There’s one reason why….”

Chrissy Snyder writes New Adult Erotic romance. She loves tattooed bad boys and misunderstood women with happy ever afters. She divides her time between writing and reading when not loving on her very jealous furbaby, Mylo.
If she isn’t writing about heartache or second chances, then she is managing her busy household with her very supportive hubby and two teens.
She dreams of travelling to Europe, Costa Rica and Hawaii

Friday, February 27, 2015

What if nightmares, best kept in the dark, refuse to stay hidden?
Dr. Maya Kelbeck believes no matter how unusual her patients’
delusions, she can help. When billionaire Alden Caldwell seeks her
counsel to escape a controlling relationship, she’s intrigued by his
unusual diagnosis, lycanthropy—her patient actually believes he is over
400 years old and a werewolf.
Alden Caldwell’s life is not his own and hasn’t been since the middle
ages, not since he was transformed into a werewolf. The once noble
knight now finds himself no more than a slave to a female vampire who is
without morals, without conscious, without a soul.
Maya promises Alden she can help him, and at first it looks like she
can, until the supernatural world in which he lives wants him back. Can
Alden convince Maya his delusions are real in time to save her, or has
he just sentenced a woman who cares for him despite his past
transgressions to a fate worse than death?

Shea
Berkley started out writing nonfiction (not so fun) and quickly moved
into fiction (totally fun), and knew she'd found her calling. (Her
family was thrilled she'd found friends to play with even if they
weren't technically real.) She's still pleasantly surprised people are
willing to pay to read her stories. Besides writing, her many diversions
include kickboxing, reading awesome books and hanging out with her loud
and rambunctious family. With five kids (all girls), her biggest job is
to make sure the little darlings don't harass the neighbors and then
play dumb when the cops come knocking on her door.

The problem with
heartache is that there’s no one-size-fits-all relief package. You can go to
classes; you can try to embrace change. But when you wake up at two in the
morning, a smile on your face because you’ve dreamt about the could have—the should have—nothing will console you.

Because seconds
later, you remember.

And remembering
can rip you apart.

***

Kate will do anything for her
family. It’s why she took the job with Lee. It’s why she’s attempting to forget
her pain. But it's hard to forget,
when you're desperate to hold on.
Even if Lee Collins is the perfect package.

Lee will do anything for the ones
he cares about. It’s why he hired Kate.

It’s why he keeps his secrets,
and it’s why he cannot, will not fall in love. Not with Kate—not with anyone.

“You. In.”
She pointed to the room behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder.

“In there?” I smirked again, but her
cheeks didn’t get any redder, to my astonishment. “Is now really the time?”

She pushed against my naked chest,
her steely eyes fixed on my face the whole time, then slammed the door behind
us with her foot.

“If you wanted some private time
together, you just had to say so.” I joked, leaning back against the chair that
was positioned in front of the mirror in my dressing room.

“You think this is funny?” Kate
asked, her head tilted to the side.

“Actually … yeah.” I nodded and
smiled again, not unkindly.

Kate looked down, and for one
God-awful moment I thought she was going to cry.

Then, she did something better than
crying. Holy mother of crap sticks, was this better than crying.

She raised her hands to the top of
her black button-up shirt—and she undid the top button. Creamy, white skin is
exposed, defined collarbones, teasing my eyes down to—

She undid another button. Holy fuck,
what was Kate doing? Her cleavage heaved in front of me, and I got a hint, just
a hint of her black lacy bra.

“It cannot be a coincidence that one
man is shirtless in front of me six times in two weeks.”

I grinned. She’d counted.

That
totally means she’s into it.

Then she did something that
completely surprised me. Hell, it shocked the living daylight out of me. In one
fluid movement, she grabbed the sides of her shirt and pulled, popping open her
entire top and then shrugging it over her shoulders so she stood there in the
world’s hottest black, lacy bra, skin-tight black denim jeans and these
shoes—how the hell did I not notice them before?—that were red, high, and sexy
as sin.

I swallowed. “So … this is a revenge
…” Swallow, “… strip?”

“This is me, trying to do something
to get you to pay attention and listen when I ask you to do something.” Kate’s
voice was honey as it melted into me.

I raised my hand to the back of my
neck and rubbed at the muscles there that had suddenly become tight with
tension. “Oh, I’m paying attention, all right.” I widened my eyes. There was
absolutely no doubt about that right now.

“Get back stage, Lee. Seriously.
This is your last warning.”

I swallowed again, and felt the
clamminess of perspiration beading my brow. Was it hot in here? It sure felt hot.

She stepped close to me, till her
chest was almost touching my chest. Shit, she smelt like soap and hairspray and
… apples. Delicious.

“I …” My gaze flicked to her lips,
and I wondered if it would really be that bad if I kissed her. After all, that
wouldn’t be promising her marriage, and maybe she’d be up for a casual thing.
And her lips—they were so red, and plump, and—oh God, she just licked them with
that sweet-as-hell little tongue, and—

The palm of her hand made contact
with my face before I even registered her arm moving. Five elegant fingers
stung my cheek and I jerked backward, clutching my face in pain. “What the
hell?”

Kate walked over to where her shirt
lay on the floor and picked it up, casually shrugging it on. She had the
biggest shit-eating grin on her face, and I couldn’t help but give a little
smile myself. I’d not seen her look so animated since she first boarded the
bus.

“I told you it was your final
warning,” she said, doing up her buttons, then turned to the door, wrenching it
open and making a sweeping gesture with her arm, allowing me passage through.
“Now, Mr Collins, if you please.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, walking past
her and out into the corridor. I passed Xander’s door, and a thought flashed
through my mind. What if she stripped for all the guys to get them on stage? I
couldn’t have her just—

“Lee?” The voice halted me in my
tracks. I spun to face her.

She threw my black shirt at me. “Put
some clothes on.”

Author Bio

Lauren K. McKellar is an author and editor. Her debut
novel, Finding Home, was released through Escape Publishing on October
1, 2013, and her second release, NA Contemporary Romance The Problem With
Crazy, is self-published, and is available now. She loves books that evoke
emotion, and hope hers make you feel.

Lauren lives by the beach in Australia with her
husband and their two dogs. Most of the time, all three of them are well
behaved.